It was an instinctual fear.

� Cale Barrow. I thought that only that child was qualified to carry on my powers. But you are the same.

Cale suddenly felt as if his ears suddenly opened.

He then had a strong urge to talk.

His mouth then opened.

�Who are you?�
� Me?

He heard a low laugh.

� Just as the Divine race worships the gods, there are beings the Demonic race worships as well. I am a being the Demonic race worships.

�A being the Demonic race worships?�

� I�ve been in a deep slumber, waking up for a short duration of time over and over after being sealed by the gods a long time ago.
��So, who the hell are you?�

Cale suddenly felt a large hand caressing his back.

But a terrible fear filled his body each time the hand touched him.

That voice whispered in Cale�s ear at that moment.

� I am wickedness.

�What?�

Cale took a deep breath.

The voice continued to speak.

� I am solitude. I am despair.

A being that was wickedness, solitude, and despair.

� I am all things that humans like you do not want.

This was a being that brought out a human�s instinctual fear and anxiety.

� A being whose presence itself turns into fear, but something that still exists somewhere.

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